We three 
my daughter, her daughter 
and me
the beautiful love we share 
binding our hearts
intertwined are the traditions
that bring a smile to my face
appreciation of music and delicious foods
Saturday famers market
Sunday dinners 
swimming
the ocean or the lake 
Taking time to bake or decorate
Our love of flowers is handed down to us
I gaze their way
A slow sad smile flashes across my face
The memory of my mother fills my heart
She would say it’s in our blood
What joy she would take in these generations continuing her traditions
On this hot summer day